Tumi Johnson

the poemdances

May 31 2015

Your Highness

 

Cormorant Anthem

 

I was called greedy

when they saw my wingspan.

Antinomian. I stretched out

wide arms and rose for flight. I craned my neck.

I took my fill. They called me the devil.

But they were absent at the prelude.

 

 

I had to train myself to give up this weight

I vomited before predators came, to be sharper for the fight, lighter for the flight.

I had to show that this sleeve of fear was disposable. I needed nothing

physical, no burdens, no thing. They thought me vulgar

when I unzipped my dress and dove into dance.

But they did not know me at the start, when

I was something more inchoate, those

moments my head bent to a gaze,

the shame at my bill’s curve.

Now my mouth is a

blade. I need no

pretty songs

when I

fill the

sky.

 

-Tumi Johnson

 

 

Choreography/Dancer: Tumi Johnson

Music:  Nathanael Farris

Camera: Kai Morrison

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The Rooftop

 

Sometimes in all the movement, I am stung

by a calling to stillness. Above the fray,

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Weed Song

 

Weed Song

 

I do not have a straight up and down-ess,

I do not blush in hues of pink. I come not in

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I Am Home

 

I am Home

 

What space can hold us today?

 

There is laughter in all the rooms.

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Irrevocable

 

Irrevocable

 

When you fall for yourself, make it a colossus of a

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Rehearsal excerpt from "L

 

To Spite

 

Despite all obvious signs.

Despite certain aging

and endless ballads of seasons ending